早苗

Sanae awoke, sitting up in her bed

She dimly looked around her room, basked in the golden glow of the morning sun entering through her window.

It was... Tuesday

"Fuck it to hell" she muttered to herself. Another day of Cram School and work.

Out of all the developed countries, Japan was the last holdout of the old system. Everyone was supposed to get a job. Your job was your life. You were obligated to live and die for the company, and the company was obligated not to fire your sorry ass for no good reason. While the jobs still existed, their demand was cultural, not economical, so most of them paid peanuts. They were crap, but they were still there, and the country's infrastructure had been greatly improved by mass upgrades of the 2040s, integrating the Internet into most home appliances and public utilities. If anything, the average Japanese citizen could claim to have the most potential of any worker in the world. The ruthless, conservative schooling which Sanae despised reinforced this advertising.

Sanae, who was a much greater fan of rote memorization than critical thinking, never considered the social implications of her dreary life. She only considered her most present necessities and desires. And right now, she really needed to take a piss.

Getting out of bed, Sanae was clad in her school shirt and underwear, the aftermath of a long night of studying. Lazily waving her hand in the air, her embedded earplugs came to life, playing her customized playlist. She groggily bumbled into the family restroom as the door automatically slid shut behind her, and in one practiced movement she pulled down her panties and plopped on the porcelain, waiting for nature to take its course.